by Cynthia Rucryst
She stood next to her Crissmuss tree,
She stood next to her Crissmuss tree,
explaining how close she felt to it,
how it spoke to her—
a tall, slender tree, sparkling with
shiny lights and baubles,
I looked at them together,
Seeing their resemblance—
The sparkling beauty, the strength
And pride that shown between them--
Their personalities shining
In their comfort of belonging.
by Cynthia Rucryst
by Cynthia Rucryst
"In their comfort of belonging". I love that phrase. She and the tree. How perfect.
ReplyDeleteYhank you!! :)
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